"Good, you're awake, now you can shift back and tell me why you tried to kill me"
I was standing at the bottom of the stairs in the basement. He had backed himself into the far left corner of the room, looking at me, whimpering and fear radiating off him in waves and I looked on uncaringly back at him.
I walked further into the room when he shows no sign of shifting. I laid out all the equipment that I bought on the table and he howled and whimpered even more, I'm guessing he didn't care for the prospect of being tortured as much as I was looking forward to torturing him. He bolts, making a dash for the stairs only to be thrown back by the invisible force field of energy. He goes flying across the room and into the reinforced concert wall knocking himself out cold.
